|Kind of creepy, eh?|
There was no time set. The big pimply teenagers would straggle on for hours. By then, neighbors just left a bowl of whatever was left, like the orange chews, apples and... popcorn balls.
We came home wet and tired and ready to sort through the odoriferous offerings. We hid our stash from Dad, who would steal the chocolate and leave us the dum dum pops and Bazooka gum.
Ah, well. Happy Monday.